As we previously discussed, our meeting prophets are the only hope for humanity's survival in the face of certain doom. But, let's be real, we're all just winging it at this point.
Our most trusted meeting prophet, Bob, has foretold the coming of a scone that will make your brain hurt. Literally.
Will it be a butter scone? A jam scone? Or perhaps a scone of despair?
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